What Hides Inside: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 2

own
writing?”
“That’s what y’all get for making me answer the
phone.” Twisting in his seat, David grinned over his
shoulder at Sam. “How come you didn’t wait and ride
with Dean?”
Dean had called earlier that morning, as the rest of
the group stood waiting for him to arrive, to say his car
had broken down and would they mind coming to get
him. Bo and Cecile had volunteered to pick him up in
one of the SUVs. Since Dean was the only one who
already knew how to get there, he’d given David
directions, then the group had split up to get started.
Sam had elected to go with Andre and David. He was a
bit surprised it had taken David this long to start teasing
him about not waiting to ride with Dean.
“I didn’t want you and Andre to get lonely without
me,” Sam answered, fluttering his eyelashes at David. Usually a little low-key flirting was enough to
make David blush, grumble and stop teasing. This time,
he just smirked. “Thought I caught some chemistry
between you two yesterday.”
Sam blushed in spite of himself. Dean had come in
to the office the previous day to fill out the necessary
paperwork for the hiring process. His flirting was far
more subtle than it had been on Thursday, but there was
no mistaking the lusty gleam in those gray-green eyes. For his part, Sam had no idea how to react. He
loved Bo, but Bo obviously didn’t return those feelings.
Maybe he never would. In any case, Bo still wanted to
keep their relationship under wraps. Confusing things
further was the fact that Dean was so hot, and clearly
interested in Sam. It all made for a complex tangle of
emotions, which made Sam tired to think about. “I told you before, Dean’s not my type,” Sam
insisted.
“Yeah, whatever.”
Leaning forward, Sam smacked the back of
David’s head. Andre laughed, something he hadn’t done
much since Amy’s death. It was a sound Sam was glad
to hear.
David whistled as they rounded a curve in the road
and the school came into view ahead and to the right.
“Damn. That’s a school?”
“No kidding.” Sam leaned forward in his seat,
staring at the five white, Spanish style buildings spread
out across the expansive grounds. Tremendous oaks
draped with Spanish moss shaded the buildings and
walkways. “This place is huge. Hey, I wonder if any of
the original monastery’s left?”
“I talked to Mr. Innes yesterday on the phone,”
Andre said, slowing down to pull the SUV into the wide
drive leading to the front of the central building. “He
told me that the walls of the main building, the one there
in the middle, are the original ones. They’re foot-thick
stone.”
“Couldn’t build that nowadays.” Glancing at the
paper in his hand, David pointed to the cul-de-sac at the
end of the drive. “We can park here, right?”
Andre nodded. “Mr. Innes is meeting us in the
office. It’s through the front door and to the right.” They parked the SUV and piled out into the early
morning sunshine. Sam lifted his face to smile at the
pale blue sky. The weather was still unseasonably warm,
and supposed to continue that way right through
Thanksgiving.
Within a few minutes, the second SUV rolled to a
stop. Cecile hopped down from the driver’s seat while
Dean stepped out of the passenger side. Bo slid out of
the backseat, looking unbearably hot in snug black jeans
and a form-fitting long-sleeved red T-shirt. Sam licked
his lips, wishing the sight of the man didn’t make his
skin tingle. Not when he couldn’t do a damn thing about
it.
Dean sauntered toward Sam. “So, what do you
think of the place?”
“It’s gorgeous,” Sam answered, truthfully enough.
“I can’t believe this is a public school. It looks more like
a private college or something.”
“Yeah, but don’t be fooled. There’s no air
conditioning and it floods every spring.”
Sam gave Dean a curious look as they followed the
rest of the group up the steps to the archway leading inside. “Cecile said you went to high school here, is that
right?”
Dean laughed. “Yeah. Of course, I graduated
twelve years ago, so I’m sure some things have changed,
but I’m betting there’s still not air conditioning. It’d be a
real bitch to install here.”
“So, did you ever hear anything about these tunnels
when you were in school here?”
“Yeah, everybody knew about ’em. Hell, I lost my
cherry there.”
“No way.”
“It’s true. The baseball team’s pitcher nailed me
during gym in tenth grade.”
“Doesn’t sound very